((Originally posted by Cheshie.))
"Now we have to be quick children. The guards will be coming soon." The jawless undead said as he picked up Catton and put her on his lap. "Forty seasons ago we were once only one. We were a trainee in the dark arts deep within the halls of Stormwind city." A few boos and hiss were heared in the room and one unfortunate squeal of glee. "Training under our master who's name we have lost over time. As we trained our body began to weaken but our mind became strong. We could convince others that they needed to serve us. Though our followers grew our health continued to diminish." A beautiful creature arose from behind the warlock's chair holding a cup filed with a sanguine substance. "Thank you Anlia."
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